First, a shout out to Kelton and his friends that graduated this week (and any of my friends that were still in high school... I forgot if there were any... But I do love you!) , and to Krystal who turned old yesterday-I mean 24. (: Love you guys!
Also, I'd like to express gratitud to mis hermanos, Kelton and Jessie. They're the best. At home, they'd just come when I'd call-sometimes literally, like, via cell phone-to save my life. I would call them like, "KELTON (JESSIE), COME SAVE ME!! I NEED YOUR HELP!!" and they would come running (well, usually walking, or taking their time) to save me. Usually, they'd get to my room and be like, "What's wrong?!" And I'd point at this huge spider (you know, those huge ones that are about as big as the end of a pencil), and they would just roll their eyes and kill it. I'm so grateful to them for this, and I love them so much.
I don't know what it is, but on my mission, my fear of spiders has grown so much. Like, a ton. And my companion, a recent convert we visit a lot, y los elderes have been teasing me about it a lot. They're always like, "Araña, araña!
Yesterday, there was an araña in our apartment. I was freaking out. I was like, "Hermana!! Matala! Kill it!!" and she was just like, "No, you kill it." and then, when I didn't (I was seriously freaking out, okay?), she got a paper towel, used a pencil to get it to crawl onto the paper towel, then proceeded to chase me around the apartment (paper towel and araña in hand) to get me to kill it. By the time she cornered me on top on the dryer, the spider itself was freaking out and was using it's spidey senses to hang off the paper towel almost to the floor, which is a lot scarier than just a spider on a paper towel.
I. Wanted. To. Die. I was so scared. I had to take a shower (after she finally flushed it down the toilet), even though it was language study time.
But other than that, this week was alright. We didn't get a lot done. Monday, after p-hours, we took Salvador (the recent convert) and his new room mate (who just moved here from Nicaragua and is not only a member, but a sumosacerdote -- what?! How did we get so blessed?! We'd been praying for more sumosacerdotes so that the group can finally become a rama, but we didn't think it'd progress much in our time here) to FHE with the Singles Ward, Tuesday we had a doctors appointment in Mount Vernon, Wednesday was Zone Conference, which is five hours (but I won the obedience contest :D), Thursday Hermana LeBaron was super sick and we had to stay in, Friday was weekly planning, and Saturday was a baptism, then the birthday party for the niño that was baptized, then the group activity (which we are expected to go to, and it'd be severely offensive if we don't), so not a lot got done this week. ):
For the baptism, Hermana LeBaron, Elder Woody, Elder Smith, and I sang Cuando Me Bautice (When I Am Baptized). Umm, except Hermana LeBaron (who's Mexican and went to a Spanish ward her whole life), we had never sung that song before in Spanish. I feel like we severely butchered it, but thankfully, the Spirit was there, so it was fine.
Yesterday was Fast Sunday (pero ya saben eso). I may have mentioned another day that every other week, the group meets with the English ward for sacrament, and the other weeks, we meet in the relief society room. Well, this week, we somehow had 6 investigators at church (that's high even for a week where we're able to go out and work a lot), and it was such a blessing that we met in Spanish, because I feel like it's harder for them to understand the English ward weeks, even with the translation devices.
All of the testimonies were super awesome. I bore mine, even, and holy cow. The Spanish was just there. Well, no. Understand, okay? This isn't conceited or anything, others tell me this all the time. My Spanish is really good, especially for only having been out 6 months. But when I'm nervous (for example, sometimes in lessons, or in front of 12 hispanics and 3 guerros who Spanish really well [that's the size of our group when we have the 6 investigators at church; the 3 guerros are the elders and the group mission leader]), my Spanish doesn't work very well, because I'm so afraid of messing up and communicating false doctrine or something, which is ridiculous, because I know enough Spanish to not do that. But when I was bearing my testimony, my Spanish worked. I didn't forget any of the words I wanted to use, and it was super awesome.
And I realized something afterwords, as I was looking around at the Mexicans, Guatemalans, Nicaraguans, El Salvadorans, Columbians, and thinking of Peruvians, Puerto Ricans, and Chileans I have met here. I am so blessed to be here and meet this wide range of people. Sometimes I wish I was in another country so I wouldn't have to hear English all the time and my Spanish would improve, but I am so blessed to be here. In Washington. If I were in Mexico, I would only work with Mexicans. If I were in Peru, I would only work with Peruvians, and so on. Estoy agradecido a tener este oportunidad de conocer gente de tantos paises.
Les amo mucho!
Hermana Miller
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